I really enjoy William Fitzsimmons and I stumbled upon this tonight. Thought on Rosi Golan - Just fine, but nothing spectacular. I really liked a couple of the songs on her debut album The Drifter and The Gypsy, but the rest I can do without.
Have a listen if you'd like.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Winds of Change and Promises Kept
The winds of change seem to be blowing once again.
It’s true that my entire life in some ways is constantly in flux, but there are times when I can bet on the fact that in the near future, life won’t ever be the same as it once was in a very big and immediate way.
Best friends get married.
Employees quit.
Babies are born.
Friendships end.
Oh I see life getting quite interesting in the coming days.
I’ve spent many reflective moments going over all those things listed above and found that coincidentally, with every joy carries a bit of sorrow, and every struggle that finally ceases (however difficult) brings with it a bit of relief.
It seems the latter is most understandable as we’ve all been at the end of a difficult road and found ourselves looking behind at the treacherous cliffs we’ve scaled, and forward to grassy green hills and gentle slopes.
The part that really gets me is the sorrow amidst the joy. It steers my attention from what is good to what is evil. Frustration. Distraction. Dissatisfaction. I feel so constantly reminded of the depravity of my own soul, and I suppose the depravity of mankind itself. If any attention has been paid to the recent tragedies of the rational man and the unpredictable Mother Nature, it is clear that all we see is temporal.
I keep hearing it’s the end of the world. Is it? I guess we will never know. I work with some who swear Jesus is coming back at any moment.
Here is my thought about it all (both the mess that I trudge through daily to find my way to rolling hills, and the suspicions of the official beginning of the end): To my co-workers who say that Jesus is coming tomorrow, I’m sure families thought the very same thing on September 1, 1939 when Germany invaded Poland. Truth is, Jesus already told you when He’s coming. He said like a thief in the night, when you least expect it (2 Peter 3:10-13). And to myself: Ask to be changed. Seek out and relish in the joys, even perhaps in the sorrows for it is what we have been given.
For all the knowledge I lack, there are some things that I know. I know that God has made promises to us that He will make good on.
I will make all things new, He said. He promised.
Revelation 21:3-7
I have always loved Revelation 21. Read it.
It’s true that my entire life in some ways is constantly in flux, but there are times when I can bet on the fact that in the near future, life won’t ever be the same as it once was in a very big and immediate way.
Best friends get married.
Employees quit.
Babies are born.
Friendships end.
Oh I see life getting quite interesting in the coming days.
I’ve spent many reflective moments going over all those things listed above and found that coincidentally, with every joy carries a bit of sorrow, and every struggle that finally ceases (however difficult) brings with it a bit of relief.
It seems the latter is most understandable as we’ve all been at the end of a difficult road and found ourselves looking behind at the treacherous cliffs we’ve scaled, and forward to grassy green hills and gentle slopes.
The part that really gets me is the sorrow amidst the joy. It steers my attention from what is good to what is evil. Frustration. Distraction. Dissatisfaction. I feel so constantly reminded of the depravity of my own soul, and I suppose the depravity of mankind itself. If any attention has been paid to the recent tragedies of the rational man and the unpredictable Mother Nature, it is clear that all we see is temporal.
I keep hearing it’s the end of the world. Is it? I guess we will never know. I work with some who swear Jesus is coming back at any moment.
Here is my thought about it all (both the mess that I trudge through daily to find my way to rolling hills, and the suspicions of the official beginning of the end): To my co-workers who say that Jesus is coming tomorrow, I’m sure families thought the very same thing on September 1, 1939 when Germany invaded Poland. Truth is, Jesus already told you when He’s coming. He said like a thief in the night, when you least expect it (2 Peter 3:10-13). And to myself: Ask to be changed. Seek out and relish in the joys, even perhaps in the sorrows for it is what we have been given.
For all the knowledge I lack, there are some things that I know. I know that God has made promises to us that He will make good on.
I will make all things new, He said. He promised.
Revelation 21:3-7
I have always loved Revelation 21. Read it.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
What I Do
Real Estate. It's what I do. I can't quite remember if I've ever been specific about that here on the old blog or not, so here I go - many apologies if you've been here and done that.
It was certainly nothing I ever wanted, and in many respects, the job furthest from my field of vision. Almost 6 years later it seems to have become now all I know when it comes to business. Sure, there are theories and applications that carry over, but by in large, my head works in these terms.
I've hung my license, and attached myself to Fitzpatrick & Prince Real Estate for many reasons. I won't get deep into it, but it's something I believed, believe in. There are some really bad days, weeks even, and even moments where I seriously consider dropping it entirely. Thankfully, there are enough good things to keep me going, a large part just being the people I work with. I appreciate their minds, hearts, and encouragement so very much.
We do some sweet home videos, you should watch this one. It's the newest one (and yes, a little choppy, just go with it) on my listing in Newport Coast.
It was certainly nothing I ever wanted, and in many respects, the job furthest from my field of vision. Almost 6 years later it seems to have become now all I know when it comes to business. Sure, there are theories and applications that carry over, but by in large, my head works in these terms.
I've hung my license, and attached myself to Fitzpatrick & Prince Real Estate for many reasons. I won't get deep into it, but it's something I believed, believe in. There are some really bad days, weeks even, and even moments where I seriously consider dropping it entirely. Thankfully, there are enough good things to keep me going, a large part just being the people I work with. I appreciate their minds, hearts, and encouragement so very much.
We do some sweet home videos, you should watch this one. It's the newest one (and yes, a little choppy, just go with it) on my listing in Newport Coast.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Favorites.
Does anyone else struggle with questions that begin with "what's your favorite....?" In those moments I feel like a person with zero interest. My face goes blank and I forget everything I've ever loved. There must be something in my biology at play right then, because there seems to be no practical reason why.
Well, tonight I've been singing (humming) a favorite around the house all night and I thought I'd share.
Someone remind me that it's my favorite when my mind goes blank in those moments - thanks.
Well, tonight I've been singing (humming) a favorite around the house all night and I thought I'd share.
Someone remind me that it's my favorite when my mind goes blank in those moments - thanks.
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